The Doppelgangaz - Ny Bushmen lyrics
[The Doppelgangaz - Ny Bushmen lyrics]
Ayo party please rather eat havarti cheese
With dill accents
Black cloak black frill attachments
Keep your yap closed about entrapment
Sat froze, no reenactments
Won't beseech for a prison style preach
And never got riled off of infantile speech
Its been a while
Since he spent a thou' on a peach
Styles low-brow within reach
To each his own, prone to drop idioms
Roam the unknown near stone of obsidian
Hold the phone tell him don't
Stop to pity him
A true loneshark who's embarked on presidium
Live in a gritty slum with serenity
A witty one with a biddy of amenities
Like hennessy, ship it with a postmark
From 10-3 loneshark up in the Ozarks
Ayo he in a shitty car sippin tang
Out of a gritty jar
And eating titty bar chicken wang
Spitting slang, like nigga let me do my thang
And from his sleek beak he was
Known to speak a different twang
And sank his fangs in the plethora of rodents
You can sense the intense aura
From the moment that you
Stepped into his crib that consisted
Of a throw tent he had to ditch the Geo
Prizm with the toe dents
Under bumper, some grunters and stragglers
Known travelers, hunters and gatherers
The ny bushmen flaggin down
The hitchhikee and
Then the two dorks pushed in
He said he matt and ep is his kin
The driver made it known that vg is his gin
And just like that, he passed the victoria
And said the floor mats
Doubled as a vomitorium
Yo yo peep the story son (Oh GOD)
Yo, your hark back got you shark black
(oh GOD) catch your heart attack (oh GOD)
Dark rap (oh GOD) ya
With dill accents
Black cloak black frill attachments
Keep your yap closed about entrapment
Sat froze, no reenactments
Won't beseech for a prison style preach
And never got riled off of infantile speech
Its been a while
Since he spent a thou' on a peach
Styles low-brow within reach
To each his own, prone to drop idioms
Roam the unknown near stone of obsidian
Hold the phone tell him don't
Stop to pity him
A true loneshark who's embarked on presidium
Live in a gritty slum with serenity
A witty one with a biddy of amenities
Like hennessy, ship it with a postmark
From 10-3 loneshark up in the Ozarks
Ayo he in a shitty car sippin tang
Out of a gritty jar
And eating titty bar chicken wang
Spitting slang, like nigga let me do my thang
And from his sleek beak he was
Known to speak a different twang
And sank his fangs in the plethora of rodents
You can sense the intense aura
From the moment that you
Stepped into his crib that consisted
Of a throw tent he had to ditch the Geo
Prizm with the toe dents
Under bumper, some grunters and stragglers
Known travelers, hunters and gatherers
The ny bushmen flaggin down
The hitchhikee and
Then the two dorks pushed in
He said he matt and ep is his kin
The driver made it known that vg is his gin
And just like that, he passed the victoria
And said the floor mats
Doubled as a vomitorium
Yo yo peep the story son (Oh GOD)
Yo, your hark back got you shark black
(oh GOD) catch your heart attack (oh GOD)
Dark rap (oh GOD) ya